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grievedeeply · 1 year

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Can I request a Cal x reader, where they were both working for Saw but got split up during the job on Coruscant. So we know that in rogue one Saw was hanging out on Jedha, so what if reader is out in the descent hearing to Saw’s place but runs into Cal instead? Idk I just need some Cal in my life. Thank you so much 💜

i'm loving all of these cal requests!!! this is such a cute idea :") hope you enjoy!

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you're here, we're here — cal kestis

you wondered if working for saw gererra was the right thing to do. of course, he fought for something bigger than himself, but you knew of the consequences of this sort of thing. if you were to be captured by the empire, you'd be killed. they'd keep it quiet, but you knew your death would come swift if the imperials were to get their hands on you.

you were scared of death. wasn't everyone, to some extent? you wondered what the afterlife would hold for you. was there even an afterlife at all? the act of dying wasn't what scared you, not really. it was mostly leaving those you loved behind. gabs, the twins, bravo. you met them all through saw gererra, and that was your favorite part about working for him. the people. their kindness and generosity, their determination to make the galaxy a better place. not just for themselves but for everyone around them. it was good to see something other than hate and cruelty remained.

they were your family.

until they weren't.

the job on coruscant had gone horribly wrong, in the end. what was supposed to be a simple extraction of information turned into a firefight.. and before you knew it, more than half of your squad was gone. in the confusion, you'd gotten split up from cal, bode and bravo, and you could only assume they were all dead, too.

lately, saw had been hanging out on jedha. even before your mission, he had started setting up some operations there despite the ever growing imperial presence.

so.. you returned to jedha completely empty handed, and down an entire team. your family. gabs, the twins.. you watched them die, struck down like they were nothing. they had names, they had lives and friends and they were loved. but no one understood that. all the empire saw was insurgency. all that inquisitor saw was cal, the one who had gotten away from her all those years ago.

you remembered the look on saw's face once you stepped inside. his grin immediately dropped and without a moment's hesitation, he took you by your shoulders and pulled you into his arms. you couldn't cry, not anymore. the entire time you were maneuvering through the streets of coruscant your eyes were welling with tears. the tie fighters shot at you as you escaped the planet and went into the stars.. and by the time you were in hyperspace, your face was soaked in tears. you sobbed the entire time, all the way up until your arrival at jedha, days later. you couldn't risk leading the empire back to saw, so you took a few rotations on some backwater planet to collect your thoughts— but what was left to think about?

you thought of gabs. her smile, her strange sense of humor that somehow always made you laugh. the twins and their insatiable appetite.. and the warm hugs they provided you when you were feeling down. bravo, who gave the best advice out of anyone on the crew. bode, your sparring partner. cal.. your best friend.

cal.. he was smart. 'he could've gotten out,' you told yourself. if he was captured he could've escaped. he was talented, he was brave. he was kind.. so kind. you remembered his hands on your arms, running them up and down your skin as a way to calm you, to ground you into the moment. it was a routine before you went out together. he would smile that same, big dumb grin, and reassure you that everything would be okay.

but that wasn't the case. not this time.

cal was gone. his beautiful.. gentle smile was gone. you would never see him again. he was dead or captured and you were the only one that made it out. he deserved to see the galaxy at a better state. he deserved to live. he deserved to grow old. thoughts of him and the rest plagued your mind like a curse, and no matter how many times you tried to push them and what happened away, they would come crawling back.

your work on jedha was light. saw was giving you time to recover, letting you decide if you even wanted to go back into the field in the first place. not only had his operation suffered a major loss.. but so had you. you had to watch it happen. until you made your choice, he had you doing whatever you needed or wanted. you could choose to sit around if you needed to. he had plenty of people to cover for everything. he knew you needed your space, so.. sit around you did.

you'd take walks occasionally, go to nearby cliffsides and listen to the stormtroopers beneath you chatter about whatever was going on in their lives. the familiar hum of their electro riot batons went in and out of your mind. they spoke of promotions, of their coworkers and their bosses, their plans, how much they hated jedha and wished they were stationed somewhere else.. but as they talked.. you envied them.

they were blinded to the empire's cruelty and injustices, but you? you had lost to them. these people knew nothing about the kindness your friends, your family, had shown. they would get what was coming to them.. but for now, you took solace in their stupidity.

this was one of those trips. you stood from your spot on the cliff, brushing off your pants with your hands, watching as dust fell from them back onto the sandy rocks underneath you. the stormtroopers were so oblivious to their surroundings, it almost made you laugh. you turned your back to them, ready to begin up the path you had come down before.

the trek was a decently long one. it was enough time away from base to clear your head and let your thoughts sit for awhile, and that was okay with you. you let yourself mourn through this walk.. and that was okay.

you groaned as you pushed yourself up onto the ledge, making steady progress towards base. you wondered if there was an easier way to get back.. but this distance was something you enjoyed. the silence was nice. it was good to be on your own sometimes, even if plenty of people had offered to come with you, you always turned them down. you knew they were concerned, but you needed time to be by yourself.

you brought yourself to your feet after climbing up, kicking a few of the rocks underneath your feet over the edge of the cliff. you looked down at the ground below you, wondering how far the drop was. you were surprised you hadn't slipped off, yet. you chuckled to yourself at the thought. you knew that, if cal were by your side, he would save you with his force magic. no matter how much strain it might put on him.. he would do it. there was no doubt in your mind.

but cal wasn't around.

a chirp in the distance, coming from the direction you were heading. you furrowed your brow. this path was supposed to be clear. who would saw send out at this time anyways? the sun was setting in the distance, the hues of pink and orange blending into the desert out beneath the cliffs. had he planned some sort of covert operation—

you stopped in your tracks. a droid..

cal's droid.

you'd recognize those colors anywhere. he stared up at you for a few moments before rushing towards you, climbing up your legs to rest on your shoulders. bd-1's head rubbed against your cheek almost as though he were some sort of animal. you grinned, leaning towards him as your hands reached for him. you took him off of your shoulder, holding him in front of you.

you frowned. how had he gotten here? did cal make it out? that wasn't possible. you would've heard something from him by now, anything—

"buddy, wait up!" you heard a voice call from down the canyon, and you froze, eyes wide. cal's voice. were you hallucinating? was this a dream or a nightmare? were you dead? why would bd-1 be here if you were dead?

before you could think on it any further, cal slid around the corner and turned to face you. his expression immediately softened as soon as he laid his eyes on you, and bd-1 slowly slinked out of your hands and back onto the ground, ready to watch your reunion.

he let out a shaky breath, one that even he could barely hear. his head felt so loud. after you'd gotten separated from the rest, he thought you were dead. he normally tried to stay as positive as possible.. you were clever, intelligent and knew just how to survive.. but it was a feeling in his gut that he couldn't shake that you didn't make it out.

he blinked a few times before he took a few hesitant steps towards you. your eyes filled with tears as you stared at him. he was real, he was in front of you. he was alive. before you knew it, cal's arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug.

a soft sob escaped his lips, but he nuzzled his face into your neck, and all you could do was return the gesture. his crying pulled you back into reality. he was alive. he was okay.

it felt like an eternity, trapped in each others arms, soaking in the warmth that filled your chest as you reveled in his presence. you never wanted him to pull away, afraid that if he did he would disappear into the sunset behind him. but he pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders as they always did.. and he stared deep into your eyes.

he pressed his forehead to yours, his fingers ran circles over your skin. what he always did to keep you calm.. and you couldn't help but cry. you let your eyes close, your hands reaching out for the fabric of his shirt. he was alive, and that was all you cared about. despite the insurmountable loss you'd faced that day, cal was alive and in front of you.

"i'm so happy to see you." you heard him say, and you nodded. his voice was coarse, rough against his throat. had he cried as much as you had? had he struggled with adapting to a life without you? without everyone? he'd mourned for you. you took his hands off of your shoulders, taking them in your own. this time, your thumbs ran over the back of his palms, caressing him as though he was about to break.

"cal.." you whispered out his name, your lips pressed into a thin line to prevent yourself from crying. his hands found your face, pulling you closer.

your heart ached in your chest, your breathing heavy. you let him touch you, both of you falling completely silent. finally, you opened your eyes, only to be met with his staring back at you.

he'd been looking at you all this time. desperation filled his vision, and his lips pressed to yours in a gentle, warm kiss. it didn't last for very long, and you resisted the urge to pull him back in as soon as his lips left yours. "i'm sorry," cal muttered, averting his gaze from you to look at the floor. "i don't know what came over me." he chuckled, breathless, feeling incredibly awkward as he sunk into himself. his cheeks were a bright red. he could feel the heat against his skin.

though, when he returned his eyes to you, you wore a smile. your face, still covered in tear stains, had a genuinely happy expression written on it for the first time in a long time.

you never thought you'd think of him in this way, but as you thought on it, you supposed you already had. you yearned for him in a way you did for no one else. you wanted him by your side. you swallowed, embarrassed.

"it's okay," you reassured him verbally before taking his hands in your own once more. they were rough, but surprisingly gentle. "i.. didn't exactly mind." you told him, glancing away from him as you spoke. it was strange to be this vulnerable, but you were glad it was with cal and no one else. he was so special.

he cared so much for people.. for you.

"really?" he asked without missing a beat, a youthfulness in his voice you had never heard before. you nodded, and he kissed your forehead, a sign of relief escaping his lips. he thought he had ruined everything between the two of you before even getting to talk to you.

"why.. why didn't you tell me?" you asked after a brief moments hesitation. of course, you were glad he was alive and in front of you, but you couldn't help but to ask. cal sighed, "i tried. comms were out. i tried to track you. i didn't find anything and i thought-" he paused, licking his lips. his throat suddenly felt dry. "i thought you were dead."

you couldn't even say anything, your mind focused only on the fact that he tried. he tried to reach out to you and that was all that mattered. you knew he would never leave you behind. "i had to.. find an old friend of mine. we had to fix up the ship." he swallowed, scratching at the back of his neck. "i'm sorry, i should've tried harder-"

"cal," you cut him off before he could say anything else, "all that matters now is that you're alive. you're here. we're here. you tried.. and that means more to me than you could ever know. believe me.. i tried to find you, too." you told him, eyes searching his face. "it's okay." you spoke up again, and his gaze finally met yours.

your breath hitched in your throat. he was beautiful. inside and out. he had a heart of pure gold. one that you hoped would never fade, that you knew would never fade.

bd-1 nudged at your foot before you could sink further into your daydream, and he climbed up onto his shoulders. you grinned at him, and then shifted your eyes to cal.

"come on," you murmured, taking his hand in yours. "i want to show you something."

the place you had mourned for him. yes.. but now, it was the place with a view you would share.

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#star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x reader imagines #star wars x y/n #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x y/n

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orchidrene · 2 years

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 3 years

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“Did you get in a fight with a bear? Just say yes.” with Magnus?

From this prompt list! Still accepting!

Magnus is not the most experienced or qualified counselor that Camp Goodfriend has ever seen, but nobody can deny he’s the most enthusiastic and, surprisingly, one of the most patient. that's not to say his coworkers aren’t capable or compassionate, but most people have limits. The large sign Lup hung on her door proclaiming no visitors in her cabin unless someone is dying or missing makes this pretty clear.

“Gotta have my me-time, ya little weasels,” she had said to the gaggle of kids pouting outside her cabin door on the day the sign went up. “Besides, if you need something, I know Magnus will be more than happy to help you out!”

And it’s true. Magnus is known for, quite literally, dropping whatever he’s doing to help out. He’s spent many an afternoon carting kids to the med cabin to get help for their skinned knees, buttering up Taako to get some extra snacks for kids, tracking down stamps for postcards home, and being a listening ear to anyone who needs it. However, this was not a mantle he was given immediately. In fact, it’s one he’s had to fight hard for.

Magnus realizes that he can appear intimidating at first but failed to realize that tiny kids would all but cower in fear at the sight of him. He gets it, he supposes. Big, burly guy with his fair share of scars from old hobbies, jobs, and teenage troublemaking? It can be a lot to parse especially when you’re ten and still figuring out how to exist in the world.

In his time, though, Magnus has figured out a workaround for this. See, kids love a good story. So anytime he catches a kid staring at him, sizing him up, and trying to decide if he’s a good dude, he launches into a wildly fanciful story about how he got a particular scrape.

The night that everyone at camp remembers most, though, is when Magnus tells the tale of I’Morko.

The first big bonfire night, a few kids are just sitting, watching Magnus. He’s fairly certain that they’re checking out his admittedly gnarly scar near his eye. (Old woodworking accident. He should use this as a PSA to always wear protective gear when working with power tools but the camp’s already got a buzzkill counselor).

“I ever tell ya how I got this scar?” Magnus asks the kids as he spears a couple of marshmallows before sticking them directly in the heart of the fire. They catch immediately and he quickly blows out these tiny infernos.

They all shake their heads mutely.

“Well, it’s really funny, I actually –“

“Did you get in a fight with a bear?” the youngest one, a little firecracker of a boy with hair to match, blurts out suddenly. “Please say yes,” he adds breathlessly, a little more self-conscious after his outburst.

Magnus pauses for a moment before breaking into a massive grin. He eats a charred marshmallow before nodding. “Actually, yeah.”

The kids look at him as though he’s telling them that he’s Santa Claus. Their eyes are as wide as dinner plates and they’re slack-jawed.

“Why’d you fight a bear, mister Magnus?” another one asks.

“Oh, it’s your classic bear fighting story. This bear, I’Morko, as he likes to be called, came through camp a few years ago and was trying to snag a camper! He snuck into camp and gnashed his teeth and swiped his claws at some tents and roared this terrible roar. Loudest thing I’ve ever heard,” Magnus sees these kids shaking like the last leaves clinging to a tree in fall and decides that he may have gone a bit too far. “Buuuuuuut, there was no need to worry! I saw him trying to carry some kids off and I rushed in to fight him. I had a walking stick on me and I just started whacking him. He got a couple good blows in,” he points to his scar for a moment. “But I came out on top. And now, I’Morko and I are like old pals.”

“Wait, now you’re friends with the bear that tried to take a camper?” a young, skeptical girl asks.

“Um. Yes. Yeah. I am. Because I uh….” Magnus thinks for a moment. “I learned how to really protect people from fighting him and he respected me for not really hurting him. Also, I just dig bears.”

At this point, half the campers surround Magnus and are looking at him like he personally planted every tree in the forest.

“Wait!” a young boy exclaims, his hand shooting straight into the air.

“Yeah?” Magnus asks as he finishes his other marshmallow.

“How’d you know his name is I’Morko?”

A grin crosses Magnus’s face. “Oh, my little dude, I’m cosmically not allowed to tell other people the secrets of the trade.”

The young boy looks disappointed and embarrassed for a moment.

“But, I’m a bit of a rule-breaker myself,” Magnus adds happily before he begins launching into a spiel about the very careful way he learned to speak and read bear.

#camp counselor magnus is something that is so important to me #also i have another v similar prompt sitting in my inbox and i promise I'm going to get to it just as soon as i can!#magnus burnsides #taz #taz balance #tazb #the adventure zone #reese writes #prompt fill #thanks for the request gab you're too kind!!

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sean-kuraly · 2 years

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hiiii bestie, could you write something with our meow meow nick where he takes care of you after a long and tiring day? you're the best <33

thank you so much gabs for being my first request!!!! i can't wait for everyone to see what we have planned <3

It had been one hell of a day. Your classes started way too early and lasted way too long and now you were swamped with even more coursework than you could handle, not including the essay that was already three days late. By the time you finally make it back to your dorm you’re ready to crawl into bed with a tub of ice cream and cry while watching romcoms, but the buzzing of your phone reminds you that your schedule said otherwise. Nick had insisted on having a date night tonight after he had been at an away game with the guys and he missed you. The urge to cancel on him was high, the mere thought of dragging yourself out of bed all the way to Nick’s house, which you knew would be loud and chaotic no matter how much he tried to keep his guys peaceful, made you want to curl up in bed and cry even more. You don’t even realize how tired you look until you’ve already answered Nick’s facetime call to be met with his smiling face dropping into a worried frown at the sight of you. “Hey baby, you feeling ok today? You look a little wrecked,” the tears that were already welling in your eyes begin to fall as you try to explain how utterly tiring your day had been and how you don’t want to cancel on him, but you really just can’t do anything like that tonight. After you’ve calmed down a bit, he’s telling you not to worry and that he’ll be at your place in a few minutes. Of course, when Nick walks through the door you didn’t expect to see him with a tote bag of your favorite snacks, an extra sweater in his arms, and a massive teddy bear. How on earth he managed to do all of that in the fifteen minutes since you got off the phone, you’ve got no idea. (You later learn that he’s been keeping an emergency “Cheer Up My Princess” stash in the back of his closet since you started dating.) There’s just something about seeing your boy standing in your living room looking at you with all the love in the world that makes you burst into tears, but Nick knows you, he knows the different ways you cry, the angry tears, the overwhelmed tears, the sad tears, and he could easily tell that these tears were the “I’m so overwhelmed by love and all of these other feelings I don’t know what to do but cry” kind of tears. So, he gathers your crying form in his arms before guiding you to the couch, sitting you down and tucking you in the sweater he was just wearing before putting on his extra (he knows you prefer it when they smell like him) before he puts on a mindless romcom, one that he knows always makes you feel better. Once he can tell you’re all settled down tucked under a blanket in his sweater on the couch, waiting for him to join you, he makes quick work of putting up snacks and filling two bowls with ice cream before letting you snuggle into his side while you indulge in some feel better ice cream. Half way through the movie you’ve switched from being tucked into his side to laying on his chest, his hands gently combing the ends of your hair while you listen to his heart beat, slowly being lulled to sleep by the combination of the steady beating and the mummers of I love you that are being whispered in between kisses to your forehead.

#jane does: requests #nick blankenburg #nick blankenburg x reader #cbj #columbus blue jackets

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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BACK TO THE FRONT LINE

Request: hey luv could i request a malarkey x reader where the reader got shot in Bastogne and they meet again in Haguenau? w/ a happy ending and teasin from the boys?? thanks :3

Pairing: Don Malarkey x Reader

Genre: angsty fluff

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Requested by: @lordndsaviorwinters

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: shooting, mentions of death, warfare (?)

A/N: jumping into this fandom knowing there's literally like three of us and that's completely fine by me. Send in your requests and enjoy some angsty malarkey content <3

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"Hey Web!" I called for the paratrooper, climbing with difficulty off a jeep which had been trailing after the one he had traveled on.

"Y/n/n!" His excitement to see me turned into s worried, confused frown after he acknowledged I was not riding on the trucks with the platoons. "What are you doin' here?"

"Got shot in Bastogne." I motioned at the side of my sore ribcage, still covered in bandages underneath the very much needed layers of clothing.

I double checked around me to make sure Roe hadn't spotted me; the medic would lose no time to try and send me back to the aid station, and I couldn't let that happen.

"So... you finally decided to join us huh?" I questioned, trying not to let out any kind of spite towards the poor boy whilst adjusting my rifle, hung on my shoulder.

"What'd you mean?" He questioned confused.

"Nothin'." I muttered with a shrug. Luckily, Webster paid it no mind and turned his attention to the back of the vehicle ahead of us, enthusiastically greeting our friends.

Later, I would feel guilty for turning a blind eye at the way the platoon treated Webster, but not in that moment, in which they didn't even held out their hand to him.

"Y/l/n, You crazy bastard." Bull called, redirecting the boys' attention to me. "What'd you think you're doin' here?"

"Couldn't leave you lot alone for too long, Bull, you'll get yourselves killed." I teased, throwing my bag on the truck and taking Martin's hand, which easily pulled me up, not without making me wince in the process. Meanwhile, Webster was dismissed by our friends to join another platoon.

"How's that wound, Sergeant?" The first platoon's Lieutenant asked; simultaneously, Randleman stood up for me to take his seat —an offer I couldn't exactly decline.

"Healing, Sir." I responded sitting down, struggling to relocate my bag so it would be caged between my feet.

Truth was, it was a relatively fresh wound; Eugene had explicitly explained I wouldn't be allowed to go back to the front line anytime soon, but I couldn't bring myself to stay in a hospital for any longer— not when my friends had been left behind into the freezing cold hellhole that was Bastogne.

"Take it easy then, yeah?" The blond man requested, patting my shoulder. "We can't have you back just for you to bleed out."

"Aye, Sergeant." I responded, giving him a half smile.

"Yeah, poor Malarkey wouldn't be able to take anymore loss." Cobb attempted to join in with what I supposed was meant to be teasing, but it didn't come off as that.

"Loss?" I questioned, fear creeping up my body and making my heart pump faster. "What- w-who— did we lose?"

"You sure got the gift of the gab, Cobb." Martin spat sarcastically, not even looking up from his boots.

"Muck and Penkala." Bull muttered, looking over his shoulder to nothing in particular; I figured he was just averting his gaze. "Right after you got carted off." In that moment, I was thankful to be sitting and not on my feet, or else my legs would have given in.

The sudden news hit me like a ton of bricks.

I wasn't as close as Malarkey to the two boys, but they were very good friends of mine— or had been.

"I..." I cleared my throat, wiping the silent couple of tears that had rolled down my cheeks. "How's... How's Malarkey?"

No one replied; however, the absence of words could be taken as a reply in itself.

"It'll do him some good to have you back." Martin spoke, trying to throw some positivity into such a gloomy environment.

After that, we just rode in silence, each of us lost in our minds and forgetting to acknowledge the others.

Unbeknownst to me, Malarkey rode in the truck before us, just as tangled in intrusive thoughts as we were. Maybe Webster had mentioned my name to the second platoon, but if that had happened, Don had not listened to it, I could tell by his reaction when he first saw me.

Once we had entered Haguenau, Martin climbed off and offered me a hand to do the same, which I gladly took. The others followed our lead, leaving the army vehicle empty.

Bull awaited with me until the mortars stopped firing, covering both of our heads; after that, we both circled the back of the truck and, while he proceeded to rush into one of the buildings, I, on the contrary, stayed still just a few yards away from Malarkey, who nonchalantly pretended to listen to Webster.

He looked... Well, no better than the last time I had seen him.

"INCOMING!" I wasted no time to throw myself into the nearest foxhole at Lipton's yells. "TAKE COVER AND START FIRING!" swinging my rifle from my shoulder to my front whilst keeping my head low, I attempted to follow the Sergeant's orders.

Problem was, I didn't have ammunition.

"FUCK! Anyone got spare ammo?!" I shouted, holding my helmet and standing down until I obtained response from someone.

"YOU DON'T HAVE AMMO?!" Malarkey's voice came from the foxhole besides mine. "ARE YOU STUPID?!"

"SHUT UP, DONALD!"

"DON'T CALL ME DONALD!"

"THIS IS REALLY NOT THE TIME FOR QUARRELLING, LOVEBIRDS!" Penkala shouted in a mocking tone, to which both me and Malarkey responded with a very hostile 'shut up'.

"OKAY— HERE, Y/N!" When I peeked over, I saw Don attempting to crawl up and cross the ground between us.

"WAIT- DON'T!" I shrieked, panic rushing through my system when I saw that idiot propping himself up. Not so funnily enough, my first instinct was to do the same in order to reach him.

Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process it properly.

I felt something knocking the air out of my lungs, followed by a sharp pain on my side.

I believe it was Luz who did his best to pull a horrified, livid Malarkey back into the foxhole after he tried to reach me; I didn't know who was the one pulling me back to safety, though— my vision got blurry really quick, and my ears were numbed by cries, stressed shouting and the same rapid fire that had taken me down.

"Hell, Y/l/n!" I was shaken back to reality by George's voice coming from behind me, catching not only my attention but Malarkey's too.

"Luz!" I gave the surprised Technician a small smile. "Missed me much?"

"Not a bit." I scoffed. "Who bailed your stupid ass out of the aid station?" Before I could respond, George's gaze traveled from me to Malarkey and back to me, this time with a grin. "Glad to see you're out and about." He patted my shoulder and walked away, crossing paths with a dumbfounded Malarkey. "Sergeant Bullshit." Don let it slide, making a beeline to me instead with knitted brows.

"Hey—" before any word could leave my mouth, both of Malarkey's arms were wrapped around me, a few inches above my wound, his rifle tossed on the dirty streets. "Hey..." I repeated, this time much softer while I mimicked his movements, letting my gun fall and engulfing him in a hug.

He briefly buried his face on my shoulder, and I could tell he was refraining himself from squeezing me tight.

Mortars were still being periodically fired into Haguenau, and chaos still reigned, but the only thing that seemed to matter to me was the shaky frame of the man in front of me.

Once we were apart, the redhead crouched to grab both our weapons, aware of our surroundings.

He gulped, opening his mouth like a fish out of water as he handed me the rifle, and I knew right away what he was about to mention.

"Skip—"

"And Penkala, I know." I finished, not wanting him to struggle in order to let me know something I already did. "I'm so sorry Don." I rubbed his bicep reassuringly when he casted his gaze down.

"MALARKEY!" His head snapped to one particular building I couldn't really see. "MOVE YOUR PLATOON OUT OF THE DAMN STREETS!"

"YES, SIR!" he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him to take cover into another building.

He didn't let go of the hold he had on me as we passed some of our friends, who were quite shocked, yet happy to see me.

"Y/n/n!"

"Hey, Babe." I made Malarkey come to a halt so I could properly greet Heffron.

"Damn, Y/l/n." Liebgott entered the room with Ramirez and McClung. "Eager to see us, weren't you?" His eyes flickered to my fingers, intertwined with Malarkey's. "Well, some more than others." I felt my cheeks burning at Joe's teasing, but he didn't push further.

"Fellas, why don't we go see the basement for a bit, yeah?" Babe ever-so-subtly suggested, shamelessly winking at Malarkey before pushing his three friends out of the room.

"Wait," Malarkey's call made them all turn around at the doorframe. "Any of you, call for Doc."

"What?" My head snapped at Don as the rest dismissed themselves with a 'yes, sir', leaving the door ajar on their way out.

"You weren't discharged," He inquired, letting go of my hand in order to walk to the window and check the dilapidated streets. "Were you?"

Unable to lie to him, and discerning his intentions, I scoffed. "Y'know, you don't have the authority to send me—"

"Y/n, stop." He cut me off, a worn-out look on his gaze while he dug in his pocket for a smoke and a lighter. "I just wanna make sure you can actually walk."

"You don't need a doctor to know that."

"Yeah I do." He replied, pinching his nose.

"I got here on my own, didn't I?"

He stayed silent for a moment, sparing me a glance that carried some kind of plead in it, and sighed. "I really don't have it in me to argue with anyone these days." Don confessed. "Let alone with you." A pang of guilt weighed in my chest at the sight of him. "You can leave if you want to, first platoon's two buildings far from here." He informed me, having a puff from the cigarette he had just lit. "I'll send Roe away."

"I'm sorry." He shook his head 'no' without making eye contact, and proceeded to sit down on a chair. "I just... I don't wanna be pulled back again."

I took a careful step in his direction, and then another one, and another one, until I stood in front of him.

"About..." I crouched to meet his eyes, but he still managed to avert his gaze. "About Muck and Penkala, if you wanna—" he shook his head 'no' again, this time more determined, as if the sole mention of their names haunted him. "Okay, whenever you're ready, I'm here."

I squeezed his knee reassuringly and took his free hand in mines, bringing it to me lips to place a kiss on it.

"I'm sorry you got shot." He mumbled.

"Not your fault."

"It was." Before I could deny it again, he insisted. "C'mon— You know it was."

Silence.

"Does it hurt much?"

"Mmm..." I debated whether or not I should tell the truth, but he leaned closer to me with warning eyes, and I knew it would be stupid to hide it. "A bit." He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Don't look at me like that, Malarkey."

Don pursed his lips on a thin line, a frown appearing between his brows. "Please—"

"I'll let Roe check on me." I cut him mid-sentence, before attempting in vain to way too quickly get up, which ended up in a grimace and a tightened grip on the Technical Sergeant's hand.

"Hey hey hey—" taking a hold of my forearms he carefully pulled me up. "You okay?" I, taking in a strained breath with my forehead on his shoulder, let out an unconvincing 'yes'. "Y/n."

" 'm alright."

As if he had been cued, Eugene bursted into the room, Heffron trailing behind him. "Goddamn it, Y/n! Sit her down!" Malarkey obliged, halfheartedly letting go of my forearms, yet managing to linger on my fingers while Roe examined me. "Didn't I tell you to stay back there? Didn't I? Why does no one listen to me?!"

"I do." Heffron pointed out, earning a very salty, intelligible response from the medic, who lost no time to remove the clothing in order to properly see the wound.

"Fuckin' Christ..." Malarkey muttered, observing how Roe fixed me the best he could.

"That bad?"

"You pulled two stitches." Eugene stated, standing up after rigging said stitches. "Get her up— you're coming with me."

"No!" I exclaimed, almost whined, when Malarkey's hands found their way back to me. "I can't leave— I'm not leaving." I'm not leaving you, I wanted to say, as I stared deep into Malarkey's eyes.

Such a brief interaction we had, yet it was long enough to realize he should be the one getting pulled out of the front line. If there was a chance of helping him, I would take it in a heartbeat.

Roe stepped away, cursing my name after Don gave him a nod which meant 'I got this'.

Malarkey's eyes fixed on me, and, flickering to check Babe and Gene were minding their business, he whispered in the quietest tone possible, "Darling,"

I looked down, knowing every word that would come out of his mouth after that; I became aware I wouldn't be able to say no to it.

"You wanna help me?" I gave him a nod, my gaze casted down while he whispered those words in my ear. "Well, then I need you to go with Eugene." My head fell on his shoulder once more, defeated, and one of his palms traveled to the small of my back. "I lost too many important people. I need you to be safe."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a soft sight from me when Don placed a feather kiss on my temple.

"I really don't wanna leave you here."

"I know." The Irish man knew he had won and this was me procrastinating the end of the discussion, so he signaled for Roe to come back to us and pulled away from me. "We'll meet again soon, Y/l/n."

"You better don't get killed, Malarkey." I warned him, wincing when Eugene threw my arm over his shoulders. "Or I'll bring you back to life so I can kill you again."

An amused chuckle left Malarkey's lips while he reached for another cigarette. "I'll take your word for that one."

I gifted him a bittersweet smile and said goodbye to him and Heffron on my way out; as I was carried to a safer place by the medic, I prayed to every god that ever existed for Malarkey to come out of this war unharmed.

Just like him, I wouldn't stand knowing he got hurt —or worse—, not after all we've lost in Bastogne.

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